You, like the fuzzy fur on my feet–always inviting.
Sincerely snug.
A city of shivering strangers stare, somewhere you radiate.
Toes wiggle, cheeks flushed,
I will never share our voltaic secret.
Plugged-in, electric blanket warm–
–we will always be this way, even when the world says, “Be cold.”
Dog owner and lover. Urbanite-Suburbanite. Music addict. Editor. Explorer. Wine enthusiast (Malbec, please). Orange Crush abuser. Anglophile. People watcher. My dream job? Writer, or a Tom Jones back up singer. Well, not Tom Jones now, but Tom Jones in the early '70s...so let's go with the writing thing.
brilliant!
Really enjoyed reading this.
By the way, I meant to thank you for including my blog in your blogroll. I just recently noticed (am always late to the game..), and any time I can be included in a list containing the words “SnarkySnatch” is a real treat. Thank you!
Hahaha, of course!! You are one of the reasons I decided to keep writing!
What a nice thing to say! Thank you.
No need for electric blankets here in Florida, but your poem brought back memories of Ohio…cold, cold memories of Ohio. Brrr.
Lucky. I’ll wave hi when I go to Miami next month!
I’ll wave hi when I go to Florida in November, too.
loved it!!
thanks Bird
Oooh…I really liked this!
wow thank you!
I love the title, as well as this line. “I will never share our voltaic secret.”
Aw, thank you, Jessica!
I had to come back and read this again and again. Just seems to work for me. Brilliant!
Wow thank you. I am so flattered!
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Toasty!
I want to ‘like’ this twice but I can’t!